can't you remember how her antlers were a hanger of sorts for all your linen, all your shorts and socks, the inefficiency of using nature's tools for nothing more than managerial minutiae, don't you wish you put those wheels to use, my dea, those green green wheels and stunted rims. don't axle me don't don't don't even think about it, because if you do i'lll have tocall deval patrick and remove you from the race. trending on artstation